Karma and iFakers

Back! After a long break. Just wanted to make sure my login still worked. While I’m at it, here are a few happenings that I’d like to share...as usual. Fatherhood is the latest thing in my life. It’s been about 6 weeks since Neel Aryan came into my life and every time I look at him I can’t help but think to myself “I need to grow up before he does.” I really do!

I am getting some work done on my car, so she’s away for a few days. I do hope bad karma catches up with the SOB who hit my car and didn’t bother to leave a note. Speaking about karmas, I have an interesting, rather thought provoking episode to narrate. I have been taking a rick to work these days. The “Rickies” are an interesting bunch. They always have some breaking news for you, or some mid-sentence comment on current affairs. Not deviating from the norm, the rickie who dropped me home yesterday was not very nice towards Chief Minister Yediyurappa’s mom. But when the conversation moved towards his own family and the grand plans he had for his kids, I was moved. More so when I got to know that his youngest one was adopted. When I got off, I paid him and said “Keep the change. Good guys like you are hard to find.” I said to myself “Dude is stocking up on good karma. Good, good karma.”

Earlier today, I took a rick hoping to get my daily dose of politics. Surprisingly the rickie was in silent mode. Before I could figure out the reason for his silence, he turned slightly. I caught a glimpse of his finger so up the nasal cavity...like on an expedition to tickle his eyeballs. I know!! Yuck!! Most of you must be trying to keep your last meal down at this point. I prayed for the man to find his gold soon and get out of there. When I got home I realized that I had no change. I quickly paid the man and said “Keep the change” ...cos I didn’t wanna touch anything that had been on the expedition. I guess karma goes out the window when the finger goes up the nose. Anyway, moving on...

There’s a dude at work who’s a compulsive liar. The fella just can’t help it. The other day he walked into my room, showed his iPod touch and asked me if my phone was the same as his, a “3G”. I was like “What?” He goes “Not 3G? Ok, 2G is not bad. But the problem is that our phones don’t have decent reception inside the office. It’s tough to make a call.” It was a herculean task not to smile while I thought to myself “Decent reception? Yo faker, just quietly slip the MP3 player in your pocket and walk out, or else my foot might be tempted to force an indecent reception on your lil lyin’ ass! Tough to make a call? BTW, I guess you tried to call folks on your ‘playlist’ – Aguilera must be first, I reckon? Too bad she doesn’t pick up calls from unknown iPods!”